Act 1 Scene 6: Fire Play

Still bound on the bench, lying face down, the slotted headpiece at the top allowed for easy breathing but also acted as a blinfold that would magnify every sensation he felt a thousand-fold. Mistress S knew that, and she had already taken advantage of it, taking him into new lands full of undiscovered sensations and mental imagery with the help of her deliciously wicked electrosim tools.

Clearly, the joy of popping one more of his cherries was not going to be denied her. Not now, powerless as he was lying on his front, with his hands tied behind his back. And not now, after he had trusted her with leading him down whatever path she desired.

The feel of the alcohol-based gel hand sanitizer had a soothing effect on the skin of his back after the electrosim play. But the feeling was short-lived as the gel was ignited by the electrical spark of the device Mistress S held in her beautiful hands. The coolness of the gel, as it started evaporating after a few seconds, turned into warmth in a fraction of a second, and rapidly became a much deeper warmth over the gelled surface and through his body. Ever vigilant about his reaction to her ministrations, and attentive to how his skin responded, she blew out the flame before the heat damaged his skin or overwhelmed him with sensations he could not handle... yet.

She moved from spot-to-spot on his back, describing both the beautiful forms and colors that the flames would take depending on the relief of the specific area she chose, and the feeling of excitement that grew within her.

The playful sound of her voice, firm but reassuring, was the safety rope that held him steady through the waves of sensations that the flames brought as the waves crashed in, and the waves receeded as she blew out the flames with her breath. Her vivid descriptions reached deep into his mind as he visualized the flames dancing on his back, moving up, down, and across, akin the notes moving across the screen in Walt Disney's Fantasia.

As he released what little was left of his tension, helped by the breathing techniques she had taught him before play started, she pushed the edges of his sensations and his mind by varying the quantity and the pattern of the gel she spread, extending the time of exposure of the flames, and occasionally moving to more sensitive areas on the canvass of his body. Each new pattern and each new location was an unexpected treasure, like a diver coming upon a more spectacular coral reef each time he turns around. Each extension of the duration of the flames, before she blew them out, was driving him deeper in the sea of sensations she was creating for him.

In an unexpected turn she had warned him about beforehand, she revealed the mounting excitement she felt at what she was doing, what she was seeing, what she was feeling from the play. Deep within him, an incredible joy rose up, temporarily disrupting the complex and beautiful imagery that her web of sensations had created. The source of the joy was the feeling that the gift of his submission to her will, to her skills, to her creativity, and to her wishes, had not only been accepted but enjoyed.

In this moment of acceptance, a connection was made, and his surrender was complete. He knew that he had found his Muse and his Guide for his journey through this deepest of realms.